Fervent | D. Hale [ON HOLD]

ii.

the one with the party
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Anatalia McCall

"So, Ana."

Oh god.
Nothing good comes from that sentence once it leaves Stilinksi's mouth..

I looked curiously at the fidgety boy leaning against the bleachers.

Scott was practicing, and it was a full moon.

Let's just say, it wasn't pretty.

Of course, Scott hasn't told me what happened the other day, probably fearing the repercussions of him sneaking out to look for a dead body.

One that just so happens to be on of my best friends.

Obviously he didn't know that.

Stiles whiskey colored eyes stared deeply into mine when he spoke, "You coming to Jackson's party tonight?"

A light chuckle felt my lips as I stared at him.

He was serious, which made his question even funnier..

"No, Stiles. I'm not."

He frowned in disappointment and straightened, "Why not? I know Jackson invited you."

I nodded, feeling my curls bob up and down as a shrill whistle came from Finstock, "Come on Greenberg, ass off the field!"

I giggled before turning my attention back to Stiles, "Stiles, I'm 20 years old. I'm not going to some high school party. I really don't feel like fighting off a mansion filled with testosterone-fueled teenage boys, who's hormones are heightened because the full moon."

Stiles stiffened at the words full moon, catching my attention.

He reeked of nervousness, more than usual.

I raised a brow.

"R-Right.. Well," he stood taller and looked into the field, face grim, "Just think about it, please?"

I rolled my eyes, but nodded not feeling like fighting him on this any longer.

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I pulled into Beacon Hills long term care center and sighed.

I turned the engine off and stepped out of the car before walking up to the front desk to see a certain nurse, "Jennifer,"